THE LEGEND OF SKUOLD
AND THE GREAT AIDAN THE PIRATE
I didn't want to believe it when I received a message from a pirate from my great friend Jinny, I hadn't seen her since the parties from Venna to I don't know where, and now she was telling me that she had finally found her son Aidan; indeed he was the one who had been looking for her for years.
He told me to go to an island lost in the Sea of Thassa, far to the north, which the maps do not mention, and until then he was known only as the legend of the pirate who had amassed wealth by pocketing bounties from wanted people around the planet, the legend often told to me my captain told of an island with a hilltop keep lost in the mist and cold of north thorwsland, but no one ever found out, until his son Aidan with his ships going round the thousand islands del thassa managed to discover and make the island and the Rocca his home and abode.
I was fascinated by this story, even as a young man when I lived in port Kar I had heard of a treasure island, but never any captain of the great fleet of the city had ever found it, so I decided to leave the city of Klima, passing through Telnus in the 'archipelago of Cos, up to Hammersgaard where I bought food for the journey into the unknown, Jinny had sent me a map, but it was not detailed, and the captain of the ship would have studied it.
We came in sight of the island which, as mentioned, was not mentioned in the maps, the fog enveloped it and the hills covered with snow, we moored at the port where sir Aidan's fleet was stationed, and we prepared to go down, my friend Lady Jinny, he was on the quay to welcome me with his son and his slaves, I was happy to see Jinny happy and radiant, he told me that now he was in charge of the merchandise in the keep there are no castes and the citizens are the sailors pirates of his fleet, sir aidan I invite us in the large hall before taking us to the fortress not in good condition, and once seated at a table and refreshed by the slaves I asked Jinny's son to tell me his story, and after thinking about it for a while he said yes I'll tell you but I don't think so you have enough paper to write about my life, giggling and patting the slave's ass.
After drinking from his cup he looked at me and said: After the fall of Cartassa in the desert, a slave girl hid me in a basket, taking me to a tribe of chariots of the Kasar, they welcomed me and taught me many things of life and of the earth, I was fascinated by the creation of handmade objects, and the tribe taught me the art of the torturer, and this led me to travel from city to city until I landed in Port Kar where with my skills I became captain of a ship, and with my cutthroat pirates I amassed riches until I had nine ships in my fleet, and selling my sword and fleet to the highest bidder, I missed my mother, so I began to tour the cities from north to south for many years but in vain, and it was then that during that search I found the pirate's treasure island
In reality it was an old fortified fortress built on a hill surrounded by fog, the sea in that stretch was always very agitated by currents that meet between the Thassa and the islands of the far north, the old Pirate had accumulated wealth with the proceeds of bounties pocketed by capturing or killing wanted people throughout Planet Gor.
After renovating the island, the fortress and the port, to make it his lair, he sets out again in search of the mother he never forgot, and after many searches I find her in an anonymous southern city with powerful Torvsland leaders.
finally the family was reunited, while he was with her he was summoned to a small outpost of the city of Venna to extract a confession from a slave, (as you know the testimony of a slave in trials is valid only if extracted by torture, because slaves they can't talk in the presence of freemen), then had another escort job for a freewoman in a village in the north, later found destroyed, thence across the north from village to village to Thornhall, embracing Northern culture, even though he realized that up north they were mostly Southern transplanted men who hated Southern politics and foibles, he looked for a place to call ''Homestone'' and found them a bond, now he had a home a mother and a wife slave who gave him the heat of the fire and the love of the earth.
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